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Bus Driving Experience part3

Friday, February 29th, 2008

look grown-up. But how do YOU like this outfit?”

“Come on Angie, you know I like your legs. You must be teasing me.
The more I see of your legs, the more I like your skirt.” She blushed
again, but looked pleased.

As we drove along, the kids were even more bratty than usual, throwing
paper at each other and raising an intolerable racket. But I could
hardly tear my eyes away from the mirror. In addition to the normal
disruption caused by boys throwing paper airplanes and teasing the
girls, a ninth-grade girl on the aisle about halfway back absorbed
my attention for a while, as she twisted and spread her legs to chat
with her friend in the seat behind. But she was too far away for me
to see more than a stripe of white between her legs. So I turned my
attention back to Angie. It took very little movement for Angie to
show me her underpants again, under her tiny skirt. This time,
however, she caught my gaze in the mirror.

When we next stopped to let off some kids, she bent over to whisper
in my ear. “How long have you been watching in the mirror?”

I glanced again down her blouse to see her protruding nipples, causing
her to gasp, blush and clutch at her neckline. Then, I had a brilliant
idea. Standing and turning toward the back of the bus, I made an
announcement. “Since leaving school I have been watching everyone’s
misconduct. Now I am going to appoint a bus monitor … ANGIE!”

Turning to Angie, I said, “I hope your mother won’t mind you riding the
whole route with me for what’s left of the year.”

“I’m sure she won’t,” grinned Angie, apparently forgetting my stolen
peeks. “She says I spend too much time in front of the TV anyway.”

Angie boarded the bus the next day with her mother’s permission to ride
the full route. This doubled my pleasure for her skirt was another
short one, but not (I noted with disapointment) a real mini. She took
her new job seriously, walking halfway to the back of the bus to untangle
two seventh-grade boys who were wrestling. As the bus emptied, however,
my little bus monitor had less to do and I could see Angie was getting
restless. She stared out the window, tossing and turning in her seat.
She clasped her book bag between her knees, blocking my view of her
crotch. I kept looking up, in hopes of seeing something sexy, but the
bus soon cleared out so only Angie and a couple of boys were left.

As I glanced back at Angie, I realized she had apparently forgotten
she wasn’t alone, and was rubbing her book bag up and down between
her legs. I saw her skirt begin to bunch up in her lap and caught
a glimpse of her underpants pressed against the rough canvas fabric.
I thought it must have been my imagination, but I thought I noticed
a slight darkening of her panties, as though moistened by her little
…End of the part3. To be continued..

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Bus Driving Experience part2

Thursday, February 28th, 2008

One day, near the end of school, Angie had on a new short skirt and
asked me what I thought of it.

“I think it’s really attractive,” I told her. “I love the way it
shows off your great legs. I bet it got a lot of attention from
your classmates.”

“Thank you!” said Angie. “I really needed that. The girls have been
a little cold today and the guys weren’t so chatty either. They all
treat me like a little kid.”

This was the latest chapter in one of Angie’s biggest complaints about
her position in this town — her small build and her little-girl features
made it difficult for those who didn’t know her to appreciate that she
had a lively mind and a mature outlook on things.

“Naw,” I reassured her, “it’s just because the girls are jealous and
the guys are left in awe.”

“You always say the sweetest things,” Angie said and leaned over to give
me a peck on the cheek. As she bent over to nuzzle my cheek, her button-
up blouse fell open before me. The two perky pink nipples projecting from
her white chest looked exciting to me. They reminded me that my little
friend Angie was also a developing young woman.

With my cock lengthening in my lap, I used the time until all the kids had
boarded to adjust my mirror so I could see Angie better. As I drove, I
kept glancing in it to look over those long lovely legs. It’s a wonder
we made the trip safely that day. Despite her feigned maturity, Angie
was still unconscious about keeping her knees together like an older
girl would. To my delight, her legs would occasionaly part or she
would slip down in her seat. At those times, I would get a glimpse of
her plain white panties stretched across her little crotch. By the time
we reached her house, I had a full erection.

I hurried home to jack off, my mind swirling with the quick view of her
budding titties and the sight of her little-girl underpants peeking from
between her slender thighs. Getting myself more worked up, I fantasized
that she had known she was displaying her charms to me. I got tremendously
excited at the thought that some girl would show herself to me in that
way, even if she was five years younger than me. When it came, after
only a few firm strokes, my wad soaked the toilet paper I was holding
and my spine nearly crumpled from the intense pleasure.

When Angie boarded the bus the next day, I naturally noticed that she had
on an even shorter skirt.

“I hope your classmates were more friendly today,” I offered.

“No, they weren’t. I even got some comments about how I was TRYING to
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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Bus Driving Experience

Wednesday, February 27th, 2008

In my last year of high school, I was a school bus driver. I didn’t drive
in the morning, but our high school let out at 2:30, so I drove junior
high kids home when they got out at 3. For most of the year, it was just
a job, but I had some fun, too.

In addition to being a normal, sex-crazed teenage male, some of the young
ladies who rode my bus sent my mind in a whirl. Because I was small for my
age, most of the ninth-grade girls, with their wide hips and flashing eyes
seemed kind of threatening to me. They sometimes tried to come on to me,
but it only emphasized how they thought I was their age.

I tended to fantasize more about the younger girls, to whom I apparently
appeared to be more a “grown-up.” I got a kick out of these younger
girls’ giggly flirting, especially because I was too shy to ask out
girls my own age. And I sometimes got a hard-on from glancing in my
rear-view mirror as they squirmed to talk to their friends and gave
me an unimpeded view of the well-filled panties underneath their
little-girl skirts. little-girl skirts.

One girl whom I remember was simply exceptional. Her name was Angie.
A seventh-grader, she was small for her age, too, without only a hint
of swelling in the front of her blouse or tee-shirt. From the very
first day, she always sat on the front seat, to the driver’s right. I
dropped her off at one of my last stops before taking the bus back to
the high school parking lot.

I tried to speak to all the kids as they got on and off the bus, but,
because she sat beside me, Angie and I chatted often. I found out her
father had moved to town for a one-year assignment, so she had few
friends at school. Besides, she said, they would be moving away again
as soon as school was over. In addition, Angie had gone to some kind
of advanced program where she lived before, so she was only twelve,
a year younger than the other seventh-graders.

Throughout the nine months I drove her, Angie and I talked about all
kinds of things — what we got for Christmas, local events, favorite
television shows. We talked a lot about our futures and interests.

Angie wanted to be a model and a dancer. She had the elfin build
and pixie features that would have made her a terrific model. Her
dark-blonde hair was cut with bangs in front and was long in the
back. She sometimes wore it in some kind of fancy braid, but mostly
in a simple pony tail. Because she liked wearing short skirts, I
was able to tell her she had great legs for her prospective dancing
career. Whenever I said something personal like that, she smiled
and blushed.

…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Bus Driver part3

Tuesday, February 26th, 2008

with a wink to Angie.
Angie was back the next day smiling and light, beautiful and beguiling.
When we had dumped the last of our passengers we got to our intimate talk.
“What were you thinking yesterday that made your panties so wet?”
“About you.”
“About me? You hardly payed me attention till the end of the ride.
What were you thinking of me?”
“About what your kisses would feel like. What your bare chest looks
like, if it is hairy. How would it feel to run my fingers through your chest
hairs? How far down does the hair go. Is your pubic hair thinner or heavier
than mine?”
“Well my sweet I hope we get to know one another real well so lets answer
some of those questions.” Whereupon I removed my tennis shirt.
“Nice chest. Real muscular.” She reached over to feel my chest and run her
fingers through my hair.
“Are your nipples as sensitive as mine?” she asked caressing one with a
finger nail.
“Well in answering your first questions first I think you may find the
answer to that.” as I unbuckled my belt.
“Well I see your hair goes on down more than your belt. Let’s see the rest.”
She sat back and began to run a hand up her leg.
As I removed my trousers my bulging cock was very evident it was also
evident to me that again some where on the route Angie rid herself of her
panties and that she was hot and wet.
Standing there in my briefs Angie cried for more. I needed no encouragement.
I was ready to share my excitement with her as she had shared hers the day
before.
I dropped my briefs and stood before the young innocence bare ass naked.
The thrill I saw in little Angie’s eyes was exiting. A drop of moisture oozed
its way to the eye of my dick.
“Ooooh LOOK! Is that like the wet that I was yesterday?”
“Yes Angie. I was wet like this yesterday too although you did not know it.
And before I Got home I was a lot wetter.”
“Do you taste like I do? You said I tasted good. Can I have a taste?”
“Sure I wish you would.”
She reached out her little hand a touched the drop that was
steadily increasing in size. Then she moved her finger to her pouty little lips
and stuck that finger in. I thought how soft those lips would feel around the
source of that fluid.
Looking up into my eyes she moaned a delicious MMMMMMMMMM as she savored a
new flavor.
“I am glad you like it. You see there is more cumming.”
She looked at my dick in glee. “More for me? Oh Boy!”
Getting onto her knees she came face to face with my dick then lips to lips.
“MMMMM” a moan from both of us escaped.
“Now suck on it and move your head up and down on it.”
Angie was new at this and her teeth were a bit abrasive at times and at
times they were terrific. Occasionally her teeth hit a spot at a moment that
was delightful. And a thought would cross my mind that she really wanted to
EAT ME which was a thrill and a fright. By letting her know how it felt and
what I was thinking she soon was giving me mostly pleasure.
Although her mouth was small she was Hungry and eager to please. This with
the anticipation I had been building up I was not long in giving the dear a
mouth full of cum. It spilled over her lips onto her chin.
From some where she produced her panties to wipe up the over flow. “This I
will keep for a midnight snack.”
Dropping Angie off her mother asked if I would care for a swim in their
pool. I had to decline at the time for I still had the bus. I said I would be
back.
A few hours later I gave them a call.
“Angie just went to the movies but come on over.”
When I arrived I found no one around so I went on to the pool. I went into
the shower room to change. But as I did I started thinking of Angie again. I
got a hard on that needed relief. I sat down to beat my meat. When I got off
I came over everything. I tried to was it off as I showered. Leaving the
shower room I ran immediately into the lady. I said I would like to call her
by her first name and she told me Stephanie.
Before I got the door closed she exclaimed. “LOOK AT THIS!”
I looked to where she was pointing. I realized I had missed a spot of my
come on the seat.
“I told angie to be careful with her ice cream when she came out here. I
hope you did not get any on you.”
Blushing I said that I had not.
She dipped her fingers into it to wipe it up. And gave them a lick. “MMM
That is a new flavor.”
Stephanie looked up and saw that she had left her sun lotion in the window
sill. She asked me to go get it.
When I found my way upstairs to the window sill indicated I found it to be
in Stephanie’s bedroom. There was the distinctive odor of hot wet creamy pussy.
Picking up the bottle I noticed I could see right down into the shower room.
To my delight I saw much the same thin Stephie must have been watching only a
short while before. Stephie was in the shower room masturbating.
SHE HAD KNOWN THAT WAS NOT ICECREAM!!
I rushed down stares to offer Stephie the lotion. She asked me if I had
experience rubbing in lotion. Of course I replied I had.
She told me to enter and get busy.
I entered to see her better than from the window above.
“There seems to be a lot of lotion here already.” she pointed to another
spot on the wall and to her soaked pussy lips.
“Yes you are right. Which do you like best?”
“The kind you brought. But how about rub this in for now.” she replied
pointing to her own creamy pussy……..

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Bus Driver part2

Monday, February 25th, 2008

“Well Yes that was part of it. I would fall asleep if I got no excitement
along the way. I noticed you too needed a little excitement.”
Little angie blushed at the rebuttal.
“Why you blush so often Angie? Do you have SOOO many sexy thoughts?”
Pouting she got off the bus “NO!”
When the next afternoon came I was sure Angie would be turned off to me.
Indeed she was colder. When we reached the end of the route she asked to stop
at the next gas station. When she returned she was still cold. But when I
looked in the mirror this time the panties had been removed.
SCREECH!!!!!
I slammed on the brakes. I could not believe my eyes.
“ANGIE! You are more distracting now than the other kids have been all year.
How am I to drive with you like that? Put your panties back on PLEASE.”
“I had been thinking the whole ride about what you said yesterday about my
blushing at sexy thoughts. I know so little. My imagination just ran wild
with me. My panties are soaked. See.” she handed me her panties.
“Yes they are wet ANGIE. You didn’t wet them under a faucet at the gas
station did you?”
Sniffing at them I could smell that was not water or piss.
“No they have been wet since I boarded the bus but they kept getting wetter
the whole ride.”
I returned her panties to her. As she put them away I slipped my tongue out
to lick a finger that had held her panties.
“They do smell awful don’t you think?”
“No, they smell exciting, warm, and sweet to me.”
Then she noticed the moisture on my fingers.
“Can I give you a tissue for your fingers? I am sorry I made a mess.”
“No I will clean them.” and started licking.
“Ohhh that is horrible.”
“You wouldn’t think so if you had a taste. Care for some?”
“I don’t think so.”
“You don’t know what you are missing. Wish I had more? Want me to clean
your panties too?”
“Hee heee No but I do know where there is more.”
“Where?”
She opened her legs. I saw that the seat was wet with her juices.
“You are a living well aren’t you.” Reaching out I ran a finger on the seat.
In the move I brushed her near hairless pussy.
“Yow! that hurt! ”
“I hardly touched you.”
“It felt like a thousand volts of electricity. And look now I am running
worse.”
“let me drink that before we have an awful mess to clean up.”
AWWWWWW OHHHHHHH thrashing twitching she came and came.
When we reached her house I had to walk the poor dear to the door.
Her mother greeted us worried at her daughters wobbly walk and flushed face.
“I think Angie has come down with a fever” I told her mom.
“Thank you for helping my Angie. You have been so kind and attentive
to her I hope I can find a way to repay you.”
“For now just see that Angie gets plenty of rest I want her again tomorrow.”
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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Bus Driver

Sunday, February 24th, 2008

I was a school bus driver in my High School days or should I say DAZE. Some
of the young ladies that rode the bus sent my mind in a whirl and. They kept
my HEAD up and alert.
One I remember who was exceptional was Angie this sweet thing was always on
the front seat. She was picked up at the Jr. High school. We chatted often
about our futures and interests. She wanted to be a model and dancer.
Because she liked wearing short skirts I was able to tell her from what I
saw she had great legs for her prospective career. She smiled and blushed.
The next day she had on a new Micro mini and asked what I thought of it.
“It is honestly attractive and I adore the way it shows off your lovely legs.
I bet it has gotten a lot of attention from your fellow class mates.”
“Thank you! I really needed that. The girls have been a little cold today
and the guys were not so chatty ether.” Says Angie.
“That is because the girls are jealous and the guys are left in awe.”
“You always say the sweetest things.”and gave me a peck on the cheek. That
was the first time I noticed her breasts as they rubbed against me. I glanced
down her blouse as she bent over for the kiss. The softness and whiteness
there looked like heaven.
Till we reached her house I kept glancing in the mirror to look over those
long lovely legs. It is a wonder we made the trip safely. Occasionally her legs
would part or she would slip down in her seat. At those times I would get a
glimpse of her plain white panties.
When Angie boarded the buss the next day she had on a shorter macro mini
skirt.
“I hope the class mates were more friendly today”
“No they weren’t. But how do you like my skirt.”
“Come on Angie, you know I like your legs. You must be teasing me. The
more I see of them the more I like it.”
As we drove home I could hardly tear my eyes away from the mirror. This
time Angie caught my gaze in the mirror.
She bent over to whisper in my ear. “How long have you been watching in the
mirror?”
In reply I made an announcement. “Since leaving school I have been watching
the misconduct of all of you. Now I am going to appoint a bus monitor, ANGIE.”
“Hope your mother will not mind you riding the route with me.”
“I am sure she will not. She says I spend too much time before the TV
anyway.”
Angie boarded the bus the next day with her mothers permission to ride the
full route. This doubled my pleasure for her skirt was another micro mini.
Half way through the route I could see Angie was getting restless. She lost
her posture and eventually rubbing a post between her legs. I was watching
and had noticed a darkening of her panties as it moistened. When she remembered
the way I had been watching the day before a blush came to her cheek. We
miraculously made it back to her home safely.
“You did a good job today! Thank you. I had time to tend to more important
business other than the brats.”
“Ohh Yea!! What business was that looking up my skirt? Hee Hee”
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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Leave the Driving to someone else part6

Saturday, February 23rd, 2008

little, and with no preamble at all, she slid almost the entire
length of me into her mouth. I could feel the head tap at the
back of her mouth, and now she was going to let me face fuck her.
No hands busy this time. My hips were pumping up and down, in
time to her bobbing head, and for what seemed like hours, I
fucked her face.
She was breathing through her mouth, and every now and then,
a small wet slurping sound would come to my ears. I felt her
hands on my balls, massaging me, urging me to cum again, and then
she dipped her head and slid me into her throat. I had heard of
it, but never experienced it before, and as she kept up the
tempo, I just kept on humping away. Finally, I felt myself
getting close, and told her not to change anything, put my hands
on her head, and humped for all I was worth.
She felt the first load go off, then slid me out of her
throat, and sucked as hard as she could, her hands frantically
jacking me off into her hot waiting mouth. I was empty fairly
quickly that time, and like before, she made sure that I was
drained dry before she took me out of her mouth.
I sat there reveling in the sensations of cumming, totally
satisfied, and not the least concerned if the other passengers
had noticed us or not. Carol lay back in the seat, her eyes
closed, her breasts and cunt still exposed to my view. I slid my
hand into the small triangle of pubic hair, but she pushed it
away, her head shaking back and forth.
Able to handle her rejection, I finally got my jeans and
shorts up and was soon rebuttoned and zipped. She finally
stirred from her reverie, and almost grudgingly pulled her
panties up, then pulled on her boots. Finally, she pulled her
t-shirt on, then lay back and closed her eyes. I smiled and lay
back in my seat and went to sleep.
I woke up about thirty minutes before we got to Dallas. As I
came awake, I was aware that Carol’s head was resting on my
shoulder, and when she felt me move, she too woke up.
“Feel better,” I asked?
“A little,” she answered. “And a huge urge to feel you on
top of me, fucking our brains out in a big bed.”
“I like your honesty,” I said. “Most women would say that
they have never done anything like this before in there life.
And they don’t know what came over them.”
She laughed. “Well, I have never done it on a bus before
either, but I do like sex, good sex that is. I guess to some
people that would make me a bad person.”
“Just those that either trully don’t like sex, or those that
are hypocrites,” I answered.
“And we both know that there a lot of those,” she said.
The small talk continued as the lights of the highway and the
houses flashed by, and then we were pulling into the terminal.
“Carol, I must say that this is the best bus ride I have ever
been on. And thank you for a wonderful time.”
“You are quite welcome, Keith. I had a wonderful time too.
About five or six times more wonderful than you had.” She
laughed as she said it. “I just regret not having the chance to
do some serious quality fucking with you.”
“Me too,” I replied.
Just then we came to a stop. The driver announced that we
were here, and standing and stretching, I got my little carry on
bag out from under the seat, and helped Carol get hers, and then
we were off the bus. I saw my pal, Dave standing just inside the
terminal door. He waved at me and I started towards the door.
Just then the girl that was standing next to him came out of the
door and ran by me. I turned, and saw that it was Carol’s
daughter, as they embraced in a hello.
I moved on inside, and Dave came over and shook my hand, and
asked how my trip had been. I said it had been extremely
interesting and was going to tell him how interesting when Carol
and her daughter walked up to us. Carol hugged Dave and gave him
a kiss, while he murmured something about having a good trip.
Then Dave turned and introduced me to his wife and
mother-in-law.
Funny how things work out sometimes…..

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Leave the Driving to someone else part5

Friday, February 22nd, 2008

on my cock, jacking me up to a higher level of sensation. And
then, I was cumming. A shudder racked my body as the first cum
rocket exploded out of me. She made a moaning sound as she felt
and tasted the first load, and worked even harder to finish the
job she had started. It worked, and it was obvious that not only
was she good at what she did, she really liked to suck and
swallow.
When I was finally through cumming, she sucked on it as it
started to deflate and when she was positive that it was empty,
she slid me out of her mouth, pausing to give the head a light
kiss.
She sat back in her seat, a small smile on her lips, and
looked at me. I stared into her eyes, a smile on my face, and
then leaned over and kissed her nipple. She moaned a little moan
of delight, and as I continued to suck she slid her hand down and
started to rub her clit.
“Don’t quit,” she whispered in my ear. “I think the nerves
in that nipple are wired directly to my clit.” I kept sucking
her nipple, feeling the texture of it, and out of the corner of
my eye, watched as her other hand slid down to join the first
one. I sucked harder, nipping it with my teeth, and as the
pleasure/pain hit her, her body shuddered. I watched as two of
her fingers disappeared into the hole that my cock had been in,
and then my hand joined the one stroking her clit. She was
moaning her delight, her hips twitching as the multitude of hands
and fingers played naughtily over the sensitive folds of skin.
Her back arched a little, thrusting her breast against the
skin of my face, and biting a little harder on her nipple, she
came. Another moan escaped her lips, louder than the others, and
for a fleeting moment, I thought that maybe one of the other
passengers would hear us and turn to see what was going on. The
thought of being discovered was like an aphrodisiac, and I was
suddenly totally turned on, again.
She continued to enjoy her orgasm, and when her spasms had
finally totally subsided, she sank back into the seat, sated for
the moment. Grudgingly, I relinquished her nipple, and sat
straight in my seat.
“Thanks,” she said. “I needed that.” Her head turned toward
me, and with a smile starting to form, she saw that I was totally
erect. “Oh, do we need to do something about that,” she asked,
nodding toward my cock.
“It would certainly be nice,” I answered.
“Too bad we don’t have a nice big bed to play in,” she said.
Her hand was back on my cock. “Looks like under the current
conditions, though, you will just have to settle for another blow
job. That is, if you want the swelling to go down.” She was
smiling widely now.
“Yeah, too bad about the bed. But I think a blow job would
do the trick.” She leaned over and licked the underside of my
cock, then moved her lips softly over the head. I trembled a
…End of the part5. To be continued..

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Leave the Driving to someone else part4

Thursday, February 21st, 2008

the inside lights, and pulled out of the terminal. As we pulled
back onto the interstate, I quickly unzipped my jeans and pulled
them down.
Carol’s hand quickly found my cock, stroking it back to full
hardness, and went back down on it. Her mouth was very
experienced, and as she felt me start to get close to cumming,
she would back off for a minute or two, and when that moment had
passed, she would go back at it with a vengeance. The second
time I got close, she took it completely out of her mouth, and
sat up straight in the seat.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “I am going to finish what I
started, but now I am so horny myself.” As she finished
speaking, she pulled the t-shirt off, stuffed it next to her, and
after kicking off her knee high boots, pulled her skirt up and
her panties down, then off.
“Wanna fuck for a while?”
“Sure,” I said. “I’ve never done it on a bus before.”
“Great,” she said. She layed the seat back as far as it
would go, then motioned for me to slide over underneath her. I
complied, then pulled my jeans down to my knees. She sat down on
me, then I felt her fingers as they found my cock and guided me
into her now hot wet cunt. She shivered as I slid deeper and
deeper into her, and I could feel the muscles inside tighten
around me.
“Play with my nipples. Squeeze them hard. I love it a
little rough.” I did as she asked, and as I kneaded and massaged
her breasts, she moaned, her cunt spasming around the cock in her
cunt. Her breathing was getting a little ragged, and then she
banged off a little orgasm, then another one, then another. Each
a little better than the one before it.
“When you get ready to cum,” she said. “Let me know. I want
to suck the cum out of your cock. I want to feel you cum in my
mouth and taste you.” Whatever she wanted.
She continued to ride my cock, her cunt able and willing to
accept it in its entirety. Another orgasm came and went, her
cunt spasming as it did, and then the big one. I could both feel
and hear her growl her delight, and squeezing both nipples hard,
she put her hands over her mouth and finally let it go. It was a
good one, not that there are many, if any, bad ones, and as the
wave of pleasure started to subside, she slowly pulled herself up
and off me.
I groaned my displeasure, but as I slid back into my seat,
her mouth replaced the tightness of her cunt. I leaned back in
the seat reveling in the pleasure of her mouth. I cupped one
breast in my hand, found the nipple and started massaging it
roughly as her tongue did wicked and wonderful things to the head
of my cock.
She was really getting into giving me a blow job now, and as
we rolled down the highway, I could feel her suction increase and
the tempo of her tongue pick up. Her hand was flying up and down
…End of the part4. To be continued..

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Leave the Driving to someone else part3

Wednesday, February 20th, 2008

thigh, I saw in the dim light, that her nipples were even more
pronounced than they had been. I moved my hand to touch them,
and she moved herself so that I had full access to her breasts.
Her hand was still on my leg. After teasing them through the
thin fabric of the shirt, she finally tugged it out of the waist
of her skirt, and pulled it up so that her breasts were exposed
to my eyes and my fingers.
I traced small circles around her nipples, tracing the
outline of the aureole, and watched as her nipples continued to
grow. Her eyes were closed now. Her head back, enjoying this
stealthy exploration of her body in a semi-public setting. Her
lips parted and her tongue slid out, wetting her lips, and then
her tongue was gone. Her hand became busy again, rubbing my cock
through my jeans, softly at first and then more vigorously.
“I want to touch it,” she murmured. Her hands were busy at
the buckle of my belt. When she had it undone, her fingers
quickly undid the button at the waist and then she was pulling
the zipper down. Her hand was warm to my skin as she slid it
underneath the elastic band of my shorts, and as I raised my ass
up out of my seat, she tugged my jeans and shorts down, releasing
my hard cock from its almost painful confinement.
“It’s so hard,” she said, her fingers alternately stroking
and then fluttering softly and sensually up and down the length
of it. Her head dipped into my lap, and I felt the hot wetness
of her mouth as she slid the head of my cock in between her lips.
I moved a little as I felt her tongue move over the head of my
cock, and then she was gently but firmly stroking the length of
it with her hand, her head bobbing slowly up and down. It felt
great, and as she was starting to really get into it, the bus
slowed and took an exit off the interstate.
She pulled her head up quickly to see what was happening, and
as she realized that we were going to be stopping again any
minute, she muttered some words of disgust under her breath.
Then quickly dropped back down, kissed the head of my cock, and
then sat up straight. I tugged my jeans back up and zipped them,
but did not button the waist button.
I looked over at her, and saw that her breasts were heaving,
the nipples unbelievably erect, and that her face was slightly
flushed.
“Hold that thought,” I said. She smiled.
“Don’t worry, I will.”
“Promise?”
“I promise,” she answered. “I just hate to have to wait, now
that I am all revved up.” Hell, at least she was honest about it.
“I know the feeling,” I replied. The driver announced that
we would be in the terminal for a few minutes, and then on our
way as quickly as possible.
Carol finally pulled her t-shirt down when the lights came
on, and after they had done some things in the luggage
compartment, the driver came back aboard, closed the door, killed
…End of the part3. To be continued..

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Leave the Driving to someone else part2

Tuesday, February 19th, 2008

Carol, my name is Keith.”
“Do you live in Dallas?”
“No. At least not yet. I am going to visit a friend, and
see about a job that may be waiting for me.” Since she had
already told me she was going to visit her married daughter, I
didn’t pursue the conversation.
“And just what is it that you do,” she asked?
“I am a commercial artist,” I replied. “Sometimes I get into
package art work, package design, and do some things with
computer graphics.”
“That sounds very interesting,” she said. “Would you mind if
I moved and sat next to you? It would make conversation a lot
easier.” I motioned for her to come on over, and as I started to
move to the seat next to the window, she said to stay where I
was, and slid in front of me and, half falling, dropped into the
seat next to me.
“There,” she said, “that’s a lot better. Now we don’t have
to yell at each other.” I nodded my head in response. We talked
a little, mostly about nothing. Finally, she was silent for a
minute or two, and then making some remark about the heater in
the bus being extremely efficient, she leaned forward and tugged
her sweater off over her head, settling back in the seat, finally.
Underneath her sweater, she had on a t-shirt, and underneath
it, nothing. Her nipples were prominent against the soft fabric,
and as I glanced at her, they poked out even further. She caught
the glance, and then, with a smile, smoothed the fabric out,
pulling it tight across her breasts.
It was obvious that she was built rather well, and proud of
it, too. We rode silently for a while. I sipped and finished
off my Pepsi, and as I tossed the empty can into the seat behind
us, she smiled at me.
“Do you know the difference between kinky and perverted?”
Her question caught me a little off guard.
“No,” I said. “But I am always glad to learn something new.”
“Well, kinky is where you use just a feather,” she said,
laughing. “And perverted is where you use the whole chicken.”
Her eyes were dancing as they stared into mine, trying to judge
my reaction, I guess.
“If that’s true,” I responded. “Then I guess I might be
considered a pervert. Though I never really thought about it
that much,” I added.
Again, she smiled. A knowing smile, if you know what I mean,
and then she said, “me too,” and laughed. Her hand moved from
her lap to my knee, tracing a light circle with her fingers. I
made no move to stop her, and as we rode along, her hand moved
higher and closer to my crotch, and once, as the bus lurched
across a bump, her hand grazed my cock. I turned to look at her,
but her eyes gave away nothing, just stared into mine and seemed
to say that she was doing exactly what she wanted to do.
Her hand became busy again, and as she lightly rubbed my
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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Leave the Driving to someone else

Monday, February 18th, 2008

The drone of the engines finally put me to sleep. When I
awoke, the bus was pulling into the station in yet another small
town. No one got off, but three people did get on, and after a
short time, we were on our way, again.
The blonde headed lady had slowly walked to the rear of the
bus, and finally seated herself across the aisle from me. I gave
her a small nod of the head and a brief smile. She acknowledged
the nod with a smile, and sat down. Although she said nothing,
she did glance at me more than once, and after we were moving,
she finally leaned across the void and asked where I was headed.
I replied and she said that was interesting, as she was headed to
Dallas, also. To visit her daughter, her married daughter.
She didn’t look old enough to have a married daughter, and I
told her so. She smiled at that, and said thank you to the
compliment, and then looked straight ahead, silently. I made
myself comfortable again, and went back to sleep. The next stop
woke me up, again, and as I looked sleepily around, saw that she
was looking at me.
“Did you enjoy your nap?”
“I guess,” I replied. “I really don’t remember much about
it.”
She laughed at that, and as the bus driver said that we would
be here for 15 minutes, she stood and stretched, somewhat showing
off her figure, and then moved forward and off the bus. She
returned about five minutes later carrying a small paper bag.
After she was seated, she emptied the bag, one article at a time,
laying the cans of soda, bags of chips, and a cold sandwich on
the empty seat next to her.
The sight of the soda cans suddenly made me very thirsty, and
heaving myself up, I too stretched and made my way forward and
off the bus. I got a Pepsi from the machine next to the terminal
door, and after popping it open, stepped back onto the bus and
returned to my seat.
She had watched me as I walked back down the aisle to my
seat, almost in the same manner as I had appraised the figures of
women as they walked. She had smiled at me as I slid into my
seat, and again after I had sat down. I had merely nodded an
acknowledgement.
When the bus finally pulled out of the terminal, we both
settled in for the ride. With another six hours before we
reached Dallas, I looked out the window as the west Texas country
side slid by, and marveled at the hues in the sky as the sun set
behind us. The few other passengers on the bus were several rows
ahead of us, and all appeared to be either reading or sleeping.
“My name is Carol,” she said as she reached over and touched
my arm with her hand.
“Oh..” I came out of my own little world. “Nice to meet you
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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The Commute part3

Sunday, February 17th, 2008

flaunt. He mentioned that to her and she laughed. Her smile brightened
the gloomy bus.

“Well, I’m just a basically honest person, Ben,” she said, sliding
from the window to the aisle seat across from him. I’ve always been
that way, saying what I mean and asking for what I want. Life’s too
short for bullshit, don’t you think?”

Ben thought, now here’s a real woman. Not like those who pretend
to be independent and forthright but who revert to helpless females when
things get rough. He admired aggressive women, especially when it came
to sex and imagined that Rachel would be fantastic in bed.

She must have caught something in his eye. “Mind if I sit next to
you?” she asked. “No sense in annoying the others with our talk at this
time of night.”

“No, by all means, please,” Ben answered, grateful for her
sensitivity. Rachel rose from her seat and gracefully moved over. Her
skirt hiked halfway up her thighs but she made no attempt to adjust.
She shook her hair and pressed the button to move the seat back. She
stretched out on her seat like a cat waking up from a nap.

“So tell me, Ben. Have you ever been blown on a bus before?” She
said it so casually, Ben thought he couldn’t have heard correctly.
“Pardon me,” he squeaked.

“Oh, come on, now, Ben. Don’t be coy. I saw you looking at me
before. You’d love to get into my pants, wouldn’t you? Remember, I
love honesty.”

Was this some kind of game? Was she like other women who wanted
you to be honest with them, and then were terribly shocked or hurt when
you were? Ben figured he had nothing to lose.

“Well, er…no. I mean yes. I mean…” Whew, Ben let out a sigh
and shook his head. He looked her straight in her beautiful brown eyes.
“I mean, no, I’ve never been blown on a bus. And yes, I think getting
into your pants would be a lot of fun.” There. She wanted honesty?
She got honesty.

“That’s good, because I’m feeling very horny tonight. And this
strikes me as a perfect opportunity.” Her right hand slowly moved to
her thighs as her left went into Ben’s lap. His cock strained against
his pants as he watch the skirt rise up her lovely legs. He was rapt as
her panty-less pussy came into view, the lips already displaying
moistness. One long finger traced her opening while she unzipped Ben’s
fly and free his throbbing dick. Rachel rubbed some pre-cum fluid from
his tip around the head.

Ben looked around, not believing how wonderful it could be to get
stuck in the Lincoln Tunnel. Rachel lowered her head to his dick with
aching slowness, opening her red lips wide to accept his seven inches.
When her mouth closed on his member, Ben thought he would scream in
delight. Instead, he bit his lip as the aroma from Rachel’s cunt,
drenched with her own love juice’s, began to waft through his nostrils.
He reached for her pussy, but Rachel giggled and pushed his hand away.
“Uh-uh, Ben. That’s not for you. This is for you,” as she lowered her
mouth once again. The sensation was incredibly hot and wet, like soap
in the shower. Her head bobbed faster and faster, her tongue swirling
the length of his cock.

Just as Ben sensed the cum readying to blow the back of Rachel’s
off, the bus started moving. Rachel looked up for a second but quickly
returned to the task at hand. Her fingers dived back into her cleft and
her breathing accelerated.

Ben strained against his seat as the heat and wetness of Rachel’
mouth made it impossible to hold off his orgasm. With thundering force
he began to pump shot after shot of pungent sperm into Rachel’s willing
mouth. He gritted his teeth to keep quiet. Rachel amazed him with her
ability to swallow it all, while at the same time heading for her own
climax.

Rachel swallowed the last drops of love fluid just as the bus
emerged from the tunnel. She adjusted her skirt over her thighs and
smiled at Ben. “See, that wasn’t so terrible, was it?” she asked,
licking her lips. And for the first time Ben was happy for having
worked late.

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The Commute part2

Saturday, February 16th, 2008

Ben closed his eyes as the bus rolled down the ramp. He imagined
the blonde opening her legs, pulling up her skirt, revealing a beautiful
pink pussy, covered with fine flaxen hair. In his mind he saw her lick
her finger and reach down to caress her moistening slit, sliding back
and forth over her clit. Her eyes were closed as she started rubbing
faster now, alternating between pushing her finger into her cunt and
rubbing her clit. She looked so angelic, deep in concentration,
striving for orgasm.

Once she attained her climax, she opened her eyes to look directly
into Ben’s face. She licked her lips at him and…

The bus screeched to a halt, almost throwing the passenger’s from
their seats. Ben opened his eyes to discover they were in the tunnel.
And not moving. “Sorry, folks,” the diver said. “Must be that
accident. Dispatch says they’re cleaning up the mess and we can expect
to be here for about fifteen minutes or so.”

“Swell,” Ben thought, “Just great. Damn it! I knew I should have
taken the train today.” He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his collar,
trying to remain calm. He stood to remove his jacket. His shirt was
damp with sweat as he sat back down.

“Are you all right?” It was the blonde. She looked at him with a
sympathetic expression.

“Oh, sure. Yeah, I’ll be fine. Not too happy about tunnels, you
know?” He was surprised at how easily he spoke about his fears to
this stranger.

“You need something to take your mind off the situation,” she said.
“Maybe talking would help. My name is Rachel.”

“That’s a very pretty name. I’m Ben.”

“Hi, Ben. And thanks. What do you do in the city?”

“I own a small PR firm on the East Side,” he said. She was right,
this was helping. “What about you?”

“I’m a dancer in a club on 57th.”

“Really, what kind of dancing?” Ben asked, expecting her to answer
ballet or jazz. She certainly had the lithe body for it.

“I am what they call an ‘exotic’ dancer. I work in a strip joint
that just opened. The money’s good and I’m saving for the fall
semester. I’m studying to be a dietician.” Ben was taken aback by her
candor. He would think that being an exotic dancer was not something to
…End of the part2. To be continued..

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The Commute

Friday, February 15th, 2008

Port Authority Bus Terminal was nearly empty at this hour of the
evening. Ben waited on line for his bus home to Jersey, exhausted after
another day of bullshit at his public relations firm. It was bad enough
to pull these late nights on occasion, but to top it off this was the
start of the July 4th weekend. Just about everyone else had deserted
the city for cooler climates, making the station seem more desolate than
usual.

There were two other business types waiting on the “33″ line. Ben
looked at the clock: 11:45, five more minutes. He glanced across the
corridor, to an old bum lying in front of a bank of payphones, to the
contents of a trashcan overturned by someone looking for cans to
recycle. He was jostled from his reverie by a soft voice.

“Excuse me, is this the line for Montclair?” Ben turned to behold
a very pretty blonde. He momentarily forgot the question as he stared
at her. “The 33, does it stop here?”

The woman appeared to be in her mid-twenties. She was clad in a
short, loose black skirt with a sleeveless gold top that accented her
hair, which looked freshly washed. Maybe she just came from the gym,
Ben thought. Her attire and hair complemented a deep golden tan. Ben
remembered that it had been some time since he’d been laid and he felt
some familiar twitchings in his pants.

“Oh, sorry,” he finally responded. “Yeah, this is the line.” The
blonde thanked him and pulled out a paperback.

The bus pulled up to the door and the riders boarded. They were
greeted by an announcement that there was an accident in the Lincoln
Tunnel that could delay the trip. If there was one thing Ben hated, it
was getting stuck in the tunnel.

The two passengers ahead of him sat up front. Ben opted for
something in the middle of the bus. The blonde sat in the row in front
of him, across the aisle.

When the bus pulled away from the gate, the driver turned off the
main lights. Ben switched on his overhead lamp and returned to his
crossword puzzle. The blonde switched her light but it didn’t work.
Neither did the one for the seat next to her. “Shit,” she muttered, as
she gathered he bag and moved to the seat directly across from Ben. At
least he would have something to look at.

The blonde crossed her sexy legs, and tugged at her skirt. Ben
kept glancing at her, hoping she wouldn’t catch him. But she was intent
on her book.
…End of the part1. To be continued..

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